There is no bridge
of us any more...

Inspirations
are like birds...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Eluard...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

I left you
to stay with you...

Green makes
the world...

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...